As soon as we handed our tickets to the usher, Shannon grabbed my hand and yanked me through the blackened doorway. I yelped out loud and felt my heart hammering in my chest as we were swallowed by darkness.

"This is gunna be awesome!" Shannon whispered to me. I felt her arm curl into the crook of my own arm. "I love haunted houses!"

I wish I could say the feeling's mutual, but to be perfectly honest, spooky haunted houses at amusement parks weren't exactly my thing. Firstly, because I had heard that this haunted house in particular was genuinely scary. Secondly… I don't like the dark. It's the truth.

"Shannon, if you let go of me, I swear to God, I'm gunna piss my pants or something," I said as it began to get darker and darker. We were now creeping down a winding staircase that had fake cobwebs covering it. Ghoulish lights and screams were coming down from below us.

"Chill, Daphne," she said soothingly. "I'm not going anywhere."

I glanced at her one last time to see a smile on her face, then at that point, it was too hard to make out the rest of her. We reached the bottom of the stairs and came across a long, dark corridor. Candles stood on either side of the hallway, and the lights flickered and fog wafted along the floor.

As we started down the hall, a sudden figure appeared before us - a guy dressed up in a nasty zombie costume, his face littered with gore. He stood directly in our path.

"Um… excuse me," I said, my voice barely audible as I tried desperately not to come in contact with him. A zombie? Really? Why couldn't it have been Paul from The Lost Boys or something?

He stared at us with a death glare from hell, and obviously he was just doing his job. And I must say, he was doing it damn well!

Shannon and I pushed past him quickly and started to come around the corner. There were bars on the wall here, leading to some sort of jailed area where monsters screamed in agony and reached out to grab us. I squealed out loud. I hated this!

"C'mon, Daph!" Shannon urged as she dragged me down the hallway. The monsters banged on the walls and growled behind the jailed cells.

I suddenly realized that Shannon's grip on my arm was loosening, and to my horror, I felt her break free from me. She practically raced down the next hallway and I sprinted after her. I miraculously dodged a random hand that appeared out of the wall and turned the corner to find - oh, God - two different ways to go. I could either go left or right, and to my terror, I couldn't see Shannon in either direction.

"Shannon?"

I was answered by a sudden growl that was coming from above. Trying to ignore it, I decided to go left and crept down the hallway, leaning against the wall for support. The growling from above wouldn't stop.

It seemed like it was beginning to get darker than it already had been - and it was already really dark! Oh, God, please let this end… where is the light?

Suddenly the walls seemed to become slightly cracked and warped, and began transforming into stone as I continued down the hall. Where was I headed? The dungeons or something? It looked as if strobe lights were blinking ahead of me, and more fog wrapped around my ankles. I reached forward, as if blind, barely able to see where I was going…

And the noise stopped and the strobe lights stopped. I couldn't hear anymore banging, or growling, or whatever else that had previously been occurring. But now it was pitch black - I couldn't see a thing. And the silence that mixed with that darkness turned my nerves on fire. I was so scared that I suddenly broke out into a panicked sprint, and by the time I thought I had reached the end of the corridor, I suddenly tripped hard.

I tried to catch myself, but I ended up crashing into something and felt myself do a full summersault on the floor… and then the lights came back.

I was staring up at a cave-like ceiling. Streamers and different colors decorated the cave. When I sat up, I was staring at a place I seemed to recognize… but how? I had never been in this haunted house before. I knew from the looks of it that I was in a cave. In the center was a warped and empty looking fountain that contained no water. The place was messy and full of junk, but had the most exotic appeal to it.

Was this really apart of the haunted house? Because it didn't seem all that scary.

I pulled myself to my feet, realizing that my knees were killing me. I brushed the dirt from my ripped skinny jeans and adjusted my black and white plaid button down which had twisted around my stomach from the fall. I yanked my brown hair back into a messy bun, and started down a crevice of rocks.

When I met with the ground floor, a noise that wasn't my own rang out on the other side of the cave.

Was it just one of the guys who worked at the haunted house? Which direction was I suppose to go now?

I bit down on my lip and felt a draft through the cave. I thought I could hear waves crashing in the distance… where was I?

It was at this point that I was beginning to feel unsure of myself. This didn't look like it was part of the haunted house… it looked completely different. I glanced behind myself to see the source of where I had entered the cave, but only realized that I didn't even recognize where it was.

"What the hell?" I asked out loud.

It was then that a voice answered me. "What are you doing here?"

I looked up to see a tall figure that towered above me. He stood atop a few rocks that were in the upper corner of the cave. A black trench coat followed him as he took the rocks down easily and practically glided over them. His platinum blond hair was cut in a mullet shape, his black leather gloves grasping one another as his piercing gaze fell on me.

Wait a minute… he looked a lot like-

"What's this?" a voice cried so loudly that I jumped out of my skin.

A second guy who looked around the same age as the first appeared beside me. He had long, messy blond hair, and was quite the punk, like he'd be a member of Guns 'n Roses. A long black jacket grazed a pair of white jeans and biker boots. He ran his fingers over his black mesh top as he stared at me with a look of interest.

"Uh… uh…" I couldn't speak. These guys didn't look like they worked at the amusement park. "Which way am I suppose to go?"

"This little lady sounds as high as the sky," the blond beside me teased. "She doesn't even know where she is!" He started laughing as he came closer towards me.

While the crazy looking blond chuckled, a third person appeared. This person was tall and brooding, with dark hair and piercing eyes. My heart was beginning to pound in my throat as he stared at me with a nasty grin…

"L-Let's all just take it easy," I murmured, my tone nervous.

"She's scared," the platinum-blond-mullet-guy explained.

My eyes widened. How'd he know I was scared? And why did all these guys look so goddamn familiar?

"Marko! C'mere!" the blond explained.

A fourth guy who I assumed to be named Marko appeared, his curly blond hair trailing behind him as he adjusted the multicolored jacket he had on. "I'm coming," he explained, his eyes landing on me. A sultry smile played on his lips as he stared at me and joined the rest of the guys.

"What the hell's going on?" I asked, my voice cracking as I took a few steps backward…

"Is this our meal for tonight?" the blond with the mesh top beside me asked. To my horror he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and shrugged me close to him. "That heartbeat of yours is going insane. And you're looking pretty tasty, babe."

"Get your hands off me," I said as I wrenched myself free from his grasp.

"Ooo, feisty are we?" he said again. "I always like the feisty ones…"

I stared at his face, his features suddenly blowing through my mind. "I know you!" I cried, pointing a shaking finger in his direction. He pushed my finger away and grabbed me by the waist, bringing me close to him.

"Let's stop talking and get right to the chase," he said as one of his hands grasped the back of my neck.

I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. I felt my heart racing and my mind blowing in my skull as he leaned over me, his face coming in contact with my neck.

"Wait! STOP!" I screamed as I yanked myself free from him. "You're Paul!"

It was then that everything came in place… oh, God! Wait a minute… no, it couldn't be! I stared at each of the boys. "You're Marko!" I cried, pointing to the guy with the curly blond hair. "And Dwayne!" I said, a surprised look coming across the face of the dark haired guy. "And you're David!"

David stared at me quizzically. The four of them exchanged confused glances - all the while my stomach did summersaults.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing… I mean, I loved that movie to death, but how in the hell was it real? How were they standing before me, flesh and blood… trying to freakin' drink my own blood?

"Y-you're the… Lost Boys!" I practically screamed, my voice echoing in the cave.

Holy shit, what was happening?

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